Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) by Nadia Aidan

and faster against him.
    “Please,” she begged, the soft lilt of her voice his undoing. Withdrawing all the way to the tip, he slammed back into her, groaning when her hot, tight tunnel enveloped him.  With her legs wrapped around him, she clutched at his shoulders, as soft cries tumbled from her lips with every stroke. 
    He wasn’t going to last much longer, and already he could feel her pussy beginning to pulse and tighten around the hard length of his cock as he pounded into her, drilling her against the shower wall.  When she screamed out his name, her nails digging into his back, it was all he could do to breathe with her cunt fisting around him until he couldn’t move.
    “Fuck,” he growled, the last vestiges of his control now completely obliterated as he came seconds after Sabeen, his seed spurting out of him to coat her shuddering walls.  He lost himself inside of her, savoring the moment’s euphoria until the tremors racking him finally eased, and Sabeen unfolded herself from around him.
    He stared down into her beautiful face, her eyes wide and innocent; although there’d been nothing innocent about the things they’d done to one another over the past few days, he mused with a rueful smile.
    “What’s so funny?” she questioned.
    “Not so much as funny.” He shrugged.  “I was just thinking of everything that has happened over the last few days, and how would I even begin to explain to your father if we discovered you were pregnant.”
    “We?”
    Khalil’s gaze took in her teasing smile and the laughter in her eyes, but that did nothing to stop the feelings of possessiveness at the thought of Sabeen pregnant with his child.
    “Yes, we. ”
    Her eyes widened at the unmistakable firmness of his voice and eventually she nodded.  “Well, I just got on the pill, so the chances of that happening, I’m guessing are pretty low.”  When he remained silent, her eyes narrowed.  “You almost seem disappointed at the idea that I’m not .”
    Was he?
    He couldn’t answer that definitively.  What he did know, however, was that he wasn’t bothered by the idea if she was, and he already knew why that was so.
    At some point when he hadn’t been looking, Sabeen had grown up, and turned into a woman he didn’t know, but desperately wanted to.  The Sabeen he’d grown up with had been spoiled, shallow and selfish, but this woman was anything but.  She was thoughtful, and possessed a sharp intellect, along with a sarcastic sense of humor, which constantly kept him on his toes with her.  Their sexual chemistry was undeniable, but it was more than that.  They were sexually compatible in ways few would ever be able to comprehend. 
    He wanted Sabeen—and not just for a night. What he felt for her, defied even his comprehension, but he was certain of the depths of his feelings for the woman he now held in his arms. 
    As he stared down into her upturned face, it was on the tip of his tongue to just tell her, knowing it would shock her, but instead he hesitated.  No matter that they were in the States, far away from the customs and dictates of their native homeland, Khalil was bound by them in this.  Before he could stake his claim on her, he already knew he would have to speak to her father, and until he did, he wasn’t free to make any claim upon her, yet . 
    “Let’s just say I’m not troubled by the idea if you are,” he finally replied to the statement she’d made just moments before about the possibility of her being pregnant.
    He glimpsed the uncertainty in her eyes, as if she wanted to believe what his words suggested, but just couldn’t imagine such a thing was possible. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her gently.  “You mean more to me than you could ever know,” he murmured against the crown of her head.  “I won’t make promises to you until I know I can keep them, but I can promise you this I would never abandon you, especially not if you carried my child.” He